All of my friends and not-friends are actually in most of my classes... Like, the people I actually know who are actually in my grade... I am not used to this...
Except for fourth. It's mostly seniors. I'm one of the only four juniors in Govt/Econ Hon. :\ At least there are a couple of kids I know in there.
Ok, so first is Spanish 2. Out of the first two years of high school, when I was wishing I was in the same class as Bradyn (my first ex-boyfriend), they finally decide to give me a class with him when I get a boyfriend. Hah. Ironic, huh? Anyway, that class is huge. Lots of people I know, lots of people I don't. From all different grades. Weird.
Second is Early American History/AP American History. The first effing day and we had to write a paper and read ten pages from the textbook, which is huge. And this is the year-long class instead of just semester-long. Urgh.
Third is Biology 1 Honors. Pretty huge, with mostly kids I know. Not looking forward to it, but not particularly dreading it.
Then, between third and fourth block, I have lunch. Third lunch. The last lunch of the day. Grrr. At least all of my friends are in it. Unfortunately, Cody didn't see me at lunch because I sat in the hallway and he was outside. All of the kids in my grade that I know sit out in the hallway. Including Bradyn. Tomorrow, Cody's sitting in the hallway with us. I'll bet most of those kids don't even know I have a boyfriend yet... This ought to be interesting... :D
According to various psychology websites I found off of Google, I can blame almost everything that's wrong with me' o my parents. What I can't blame on them, I can blame on my genetics I'm infecteeeeed, by your genetics! which is pretty much all their fault.
Do you know how completely liberating that is? I luffle the victim game. ^-^
Permalink Reply by Xuut on August 17, 2010 at 1:11pm
Today I learned about my dad's friends.
Colourful bunch.
We got some KKK, some former drug dealers, that one guy who I suspect is clean and helped my dad with a lot of shit, some con artists, and other very good influential friends to have.
Also apparently the prairies is like, super bible belt and racist. My response: Wut? I haven't been shunned yet...
I don't know how they'll make it work...I feel that the bottom of the ocean is a moodier environment. Hopefully the story will be better this time around. Bioshock 2 felt like a cheap add-in to Bio 1.